𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐱

If autumn had a voice, it would sound like dry leaves whispering in the wind. If it had a face, it would be the bright, amber gaze of a fox tucked beneath the moss.

Golden hour through fading leaves, cool mist hanging low, and the quiet rustle of a copper tail disappearing into the undergrowth. Autumn has always belonged to the fox.

I combined rich amber tones with real preserved botanical fragments so your pup can carry the cozy warmth of fall wherever the trail leads.